This past Saturday night a group of assorted pals, My Man and I went to The Breslin for the fried chicken feast at the chef's table. This is what you would call Event Dining. At least that's would I would call it. This is not to be confused with Destination Dining which is picking a place to go and eat that requires a journey or trek of some sort. No, Event Dining is simply taking a meal and really making a big todo out of it so much so that it becomes part meal and part ridiculous (but awesome) social event. The Breslin is one of April Bloomfield's restaurants and it's in The Ace Hotel. I had eaten there once before and had enjoyed a very delicious grilled cheese. And I have had the pleasure of chowing down on the famed cheeseburger at The Spotted Pig, another one of her restaurants. So when I learned of the existence of the Fried Chicken Feast I jumped at the chance. As a southerner I know a thing or two about fried chicken and maybe I should also mention that My Man is a bit of a fried chicken connoisseur.
I made the reservation a few weeks ahead of time and the only availability on Saturday was 10:30pm. I snagged it. It's a little late yes, but we're young (at heart) and childless. What the hell, right? Now let me be the first to tell you this is not cheap Event Dining. The fried chicken I speak of runs $50 a person BEFORE tax, tip and booze. So at the end of it, depending on how boozy you are (and y'all know where I fall on the spectrum) you're really not getting out of there for less than $70.
In the weeks leading up to the event there were some concerns voiced by various parties about the price of the chicken, the amount we'd be served, etc. To be fair, they weren't unfounded. For one of our earlier dates My Man took me to a hidden gem friend chicken place called Charles' Country Pan Fried Chicken in Harlem. We got the all you can eat buffet (like you do) for a whopping $13 each. Now that's some friend chicken value my friends. And because I was the event organizer, I was nervous the chicken wouldn't be that good or we wouldn't have enough food or it wouldn't be fun. But turns out I was worried for nothing. We had the best time and the food was perfect in every way. The chicken had crispy skin but unbelievably tender meat. The salad was perfectly crisp and fresh. The coleslaw was heavenly. And the biscuits? My god, don't even get me started. They were easily the best biscuits I've had in these parts and there was a chili maple butter that I wanted to take home with me. And for dessert we each had our own blueberry pie with lemon creme fraiche ice cream. I mean sometimes you just have to treat yo' self. And sometimes, it's worth every penny.